To Love a Killer|COMPLETED|

Jeff is a crazy teen, after what had happened he just wants to kill. When Jeff meets a girl, he cant stand but kill her, yet something is telling him not to. He has never felt that feelings, he always wants to kill. He thinks that girl, could be a problem.
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4. Chapter 3

-Angelina's POV-

I got out of the house, and walked through the woods. Yes it did look very creepy, and scary but I needed to get the fear out of me. I took a deep breath and walked through. At first I was scared, then as I got deeper I wasn't scared. It seemed as if I was just walking in a big circle. Everything looked the same, same trees, same bushes. It almost seemed as if I didn't move at all. I walked a few more steps and I heard a noise near the bushes almost as if someone was running past me.

I looked around going in circles, until I saw him. The figure I saw in my nightmare. I looked straight at him. This time I saw his face. He looked at me, with a big smile that went from his mouth to his cheeks. His eyes looked as if he never blinks. His eyelids were burnt off. I looked at him one last time and he started talking. "I'm your greatest fear Angelina." He said running after me, with a big bloody knife.

How did he know my name? I asked myself as I ran. I also realized that his voice isn't demonic. He talks like a normal teenager. I then realized, he was behind me. I felt him watching me. I turned around. He rushed after me. As he came closer I prepared myself to run, but I didn't. He tried, to cut me, I grabbed his wrist, he growled at me. I looked at him in the eyes, and he looked at me. "Go to sleep!" He screamed as he tried slashing me once more.

I saw how much strength I have, he attacked me so much. I was finally tired, I had my arms all scratched with knife cuts, trying to protect myself. I fell on the ground and he got on top of me. "Now, you will die." He told me. I looked at him, I didn't set my eyes off him. He looked at me and was ready to stab me. He kept looking at me. He threw his knife.

He looked at me, then he looked at himself. "What did you do?" He asked me. I got up and backed away. "I- I didn't d- do anything." I told him, scared. He looked at me. He sat down, he looked sad, though I couldn't see since he was always smiling. I looked at him, I backed up a little more. "Who are you?" I asked him getting close to his knife, slowly.

"I'm Jeff the killer, you must have heard of me Angelina." He told me, laughing like a crazy man. I looked at him again, I got down ad grabbed his knife. "What's wrong Jeff?" I asked him, putting the knife in front of me. He looked at me. "I can't get the pleasure of killing you." He told me. I gulped. "Why do you want me dead?" I asked him getting closer to him. "Because, that's what I do." He told me.

I put the knife near his neck. "Oh, Angelina. I wouldn't do that if I were you." He told me. I looked at him. "I have the knife Jeff, you don't." I told him. He laughed. He laughed as if it was a joke. "But, I do have my bare hands." He said looking at his hands. I looked at him. "I don't care Jeff, Just don't ever mess with my family." I told him. He laughed.

I looked at him as he stood he moved his foot and I tripped over it. I turned myself on the floor facing him. He came over and leaned down near my face. "I told you Angelina." He said grabbing his knife from the part of where I dropped it. "Jeff wait!" I yelled at him as he was leaving. He came over near me as I got up. He was near me, really close, I backed up. "You had an opportunity to kill me, make me suffer. You didn't. Why?" I asked him. He looked down, then at me. He looked around, thinking in something to say.

He looked at me finally. "Because, I'm preparing your death." He said then he left laughing like a madman. He was lying. I knew from the tone in his voice. He's still a teen, and human. I looked at him as he disappeared in the woods. I ran back to my house. My arms were bleeding and they hurt.

"I- got attacked by a wolf." I told her, she dragged me to the sink and disinfected it. It hurt a lot. After that. I got to my room and closed my window. I didn't turn on the lights, I was scared, but confused. He could've killed me. Yet he didn't. I don't understand, why did he lie? Why did he spare me?